Mo Ling felt a faint sense of unease. These creatures had gone to such lengths to "toy" with them; they were definitely not doing it merely for amusement. They must have had some more hidden purpose.
He stared intently at the totems on the captives, observing their changes.
The totems, originally merely "drawn" on their skin, seemed to have been heated, turning into some kind of brand. They sizzled with scorching heat as they imprinted themselves into the skin, even giving off wisps of white smoke.
The patterns of the totems also became increasingly orderly, as if some force were adjusting them. Their unreasonable parts dissipated with the white smoke, while what remained glowed faintly and drifted across the rough skin.
These totems seemed to have "come alive," becoming creatures like parasitic insects. They could cling to anything and survive, steal the power of nature, and use that power to alter their own "forms."
The totems did not belong to these goblin-like creatures. They were independent entities. These creatures were merely using some method to please the totems, doing everything they could to strip away nature's power, guide the totems' transformations, and make them evolve into the forms they wanted...
"Parasitic insects are changing. What are they trying to do?"
Mo Ling stared fixedly at them when he suddenly saw the drifting totems burrow into the captives' bodies. With a flash of light, they directly became part of their bodies.
They became the patterns of blood vessels, the branches of bone, the grain of muscle, the interwoven strands of hair, the variations in their irises, the fingerprints on their hands, the cracks in their nails...
The totems were everywhere.
"Woooo!"
The captives suddenly let out loud roars, and their bodies instantly swelled, snapping free of their ropes.
Every part replaced